Gods Walk the Earth, Where Do Mortals Stand?

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Uchiha Makoto refined the contents of the "Hashirama Senju Threat Theory" as he made his way toward the Capital of the Land of Fire.

Nothing unexpected happened along the way. He only ran into a few foolish bandits blocking the road, and Uchiha Makoto could only helplessly strip them clean of everything they had.

After more than ten days of travel, Uchiha Makoto arrived at the Capital of the Land of Fire.

Filled with anticipation,

Uchiha Makoto beheld a majestic, towering city. It truly deserved to be called the most powerful nation in the Ninja World. The Ninja World had been ravaged by war for a long time, yet compared with the cities he had passed along the way, the capital could be described as bursting with vitality, flourishing in every respect.

But the world had never been all light. Someone always had to pay the price to maintain such a glamorous capital. If you felt you were carrying a burden forward, then someone else was surely living in peace because of you.

Uchiha Makoto did not waste time sighing over it. He did not even have time to eat before heading straight toward the palace where the Daimyo lived.

Security around the palace was extremely tight, with elite troops stationed nearby. Of course, they were not there to guard against ninja, but against troublesome commoners.

If a group of starving commoners ever raised a banner, stirred up the masses, gathered in droves, and accidentally stormed the capital, that would be no small matter.

Even if such unrest would eventually be suppressed, the Feudal Lord of the Land of Fire still cared about his reputation.

Under the wise rule of the holy Daimyo, the realm was peaceful and prosperous, and the capital was the model city. If troublesome commoners caused chaos right under his nose, it would be like slapping him across the face.

The Daimyo of other nations would seize the chance to mock him.

So even though these elite troops formed from ordinary people could not deal with ninja, they still needed to exist.

As for the Feudal Lord of the Land of Fire himself, elite ninja specially tasked with protecting him were naturally at his side. Every Daimyo stood at the peak of power and wealth. Hiring ninja for twenty-four-hour personal protection was effortless for them, and the expense was not worth mentioning.

If possible, the Daimyo would even be willing to spend vast sums cultivating a group of ninja themselves.

The Daimyo stood high above all others, firmly suppressing the ninja. Yet the fear buried deep in their souls, hidden for a thousand years and never spoken of, had always clung to them like a parasite gnawing at the bone.

Power was like a king's sword, but its hilt remained in the hands of the ninja. It did not belong to the Daimyo.

But the idea of cultivating ninja of their own had been attempted by the Daimyo many times, and without exception, every attempt had failed.

Because when it came to core techniques, precious arts such as secret ninjutsu transmissions, ninja clans would rather let them rot in their hands than sell them. No amount of money could buy them.

"Unauthorized personnel, halt!"

As soon as he approached the palace complex, Uchiha Makoto heard a guard's sharp rebuke.

This was royal ground. Ordinary people were not merely forbidden from entering; they were not even qualified to approach.

When facing troublesome commoners, the guards truly dared to kill.

Faced with the arrogant guards, Uchiha Makoto had considered sneaking into the palace. These guards made up of ordinary people could not stop him at all.

But considering that he had come to the Capital of the Land of Fire this time to seek sponsorship, he could not exactly meet the Daimyo that way.

That kind of brazen behavior could wait until later.

So Uchiha Makoto obediently handed over his calling card.

Under the guard's skeptical gaze, Uchiha Makoto revealed the Sharingan of the Uchiha Clan. Then, amid terrified screams, the guard finally confirmed that Uchiha Makoto was indeed a genuine Uchiha clansman. The rumors were true: scarlet eyes with tomoe spinning within them, and a single glance was enough to fall into Genjutsu!

It had to be said that the Uchiha Clan's name was incredibly useful.

If he had been an ordinary ninja, the guard before him would probably have driven him away immediately. So what if he was a ninja?

I'm the Daimyo's dog—cough, cough—the Daimyo's guard.

But the Uchiha Clan was different.

The Uchiha Clan's reputation was known throughout the Ninja World. Even the Daimyo had to maintain good relations with them.

As everyone knew, unlike the Senju Clan, the Uchiha Clan tended to produce extreme, ruthless people with black hearts and vicious hands!

They really would attack at the slightest disagreement.

The guard scrambled to find his superior. After reporting the situation, a broad, fat attendant soon emerged from the palace gates.

"Lord Uchiha, please follow me!"

Led by the attendant, Uchiha Makoto was brought to a reception hall and seated.

After waiting for roughly half an hour,

Uchiha Makoto finally met the target of this visit—the Feudal Lord of the Land of Fire.

"The Uchiha Clan has not sent anyone to visit in quite some time!"

"Quick, serve tea!"

With an enthusiastic expression, the Daimyo instructed the attendant beside him to refill Uchiha Makoto's cup.

"Thank you, Your Highness!"

Uchiha Makoto introduced himself. After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the two chatted idly.

Seeing that the atmosphere was rather pleasant,

the Daimyo began asking about the Uchiha Clan's recent circumstances.

This was something he had always cared deeply about.

The Daimyo knew all too well about the enmity between the Uchiha Clan and the Senju Clan. Especially recently, the war between the new generation of the Uchiha Clan and the Senju Clan had reached a fever pitch. Yet because of the great distance and the backward channels for passing information, the Daimyo had never been able to obtain firsthand intelligence.

According to the information in the Daimyo's possession,

Hashirama Senju, the head of the Senju Clan, and Uchiha Madara, the head of the Uchiha Clan, had fought constantly over the past few years.

But Uchiha Madara and Hashirama Senju did not feel human to him!

As a Daimyo, it was not as though he had never seen powerful ninja. But Uchiha Madara and Hashirama Senju possessed strength that far surpassed the power ordinary ninja could unleash.

According to intelligence, during their most severe battle, the area affected had stretched for over a thousand miles. From afar, Wood Dragons danced through the air, giants glared in fury, and blades split mountains. Such absurd, unimaginable scenes overturned the Daimyo's understanding, while the aftershocks of Uchiha Madara and Hashirama Senju's battle reduced everything around them to barren wasteland.

When such reports reached him, the Daimyo had even suspected the intelligence was fake.

Could humans wield such power?

It was simply terrifying!

What kind of might was that?

Calling them gods would not be an exaggeration!

Two ninja comparable to gods had appeared in the Ninja World. How could people like the Daimyo, who considered themselves the rulers of the Ninja World, possibly rest easy?

Hearing the Daimyo's rather urgent question, Uchiha Makoto smiled.

Time to plant some poison!

About the updates.

My experiments have been getting busier lately.

Graduate Students do not get summer vacation.

Sigh.

But I only updated a little later... how did rumors start that I'd dropped the story?